Lady Bell had continued to screech fluffy obscenities at Jitters, ignoring the peeping cries of her newborn foals. Her bloodlust and desire to murder the alicorn in his hand had him shakily dialing a number. After hitting the wrong numbers twice, he finally managed to call the only person he knew that could handle this.
Ring… ring… Ring-
“Hello?” A woman’s voice picked up.
“H-Hey, Loretta…? Yeah, I uh… I’ve got a bit of a situation…”
“Jitters? What the hell is that noise, did you piss off a Karen at the store? I can barely hear you!” Loretta’s voice asks, barely audible over the sounds of the screeching fluffy.
Jitters raises his voice, partially turning away from the enraged fluffy demanding to commit murder and calling Jitters and the alicorn every horrible thing that popped into her little, raggedy head. “Y-Yeah, hey, you know how you’re looking for a cure to BMS?”
“Yeah?”
“I think I found you a subject, i-if you’re still looking for one… that is…” He stutters, trying to ignore the throbbing headache and tightness in his chest from the stress he was beginning to feel.
“Jesus, is that what I’m hearing?! Yeah, bring her to me. I’ll see what you’ve got when you get here.” Loretta responds before promptly hanging up.
Jitters groans in disdain, partially wishing that Loretta would have come pick the mare up herself. He really didn’t want to handle this horrible mother any more than he already had, but if it meant he could help Loretta in her research, he’d do what he’d have to.
The fluffy mother’s screeching insults barely made any verbal sense to him at this point. It was more of a droning, animalistic bleat. He pocketed his phone and deliberated his anxious thoughts on how to proceed.
He couldn’t put the alicorn down, otherwise the mother might rush in to hurt it. He couldn’t pick the mother up without setting the baby down either. Even if he did pick the mother up, he’d have Hell trying to bring her anywhere, and no remaining arm space to carry the babies. He couldn’t put them in the plastic grocery bag he had, he didn’t want his snacks getting pooped on nor did he want the babies to accidentally suffocate against the plastic. Then his eyes drifted to the cardboard box.
It was soggy on two of the walls, coated in feces, blood, and who knows what other fluids, but it seemed like his best chance. Maybe if he was careful, he could carry it in one arm while still holding the alicorn in his hand?
He carefully, yet firmly used his foot to forcefully scoot the mother and her offspring into the box. Her little hooves fiercely tapping at his leg in the form of ‘sorry hoofies’, making about as much impact as one would get from being punched by a toddler.
He’s only grateful that she didn’t bite him.
With a bit of maneuvering, he managed to tip her and the box over, making the racket of distressed peeps and screes louder. The mare seemed to take incredible offense at this new position.
“DUMMEH HOOMIN! WAI MAKE MUMMAH’S NESTIE INTO SOWWY BOX?! WADY BEWW AM GUD FWUFFY! NO DESEWVE POOPIE SOWWY BOX! WAN OUT! WAN OUT NAO!!”
Her foals chirp and cry beside her, all jumbled up and disoriented. Their little limbs squirm in desperation to find their mother’s comfort or each other. A yellow one is once again trapped under the fluff of her rump and screeching out in pain the best that it’s tiny lungs can. A couple more are trapped under her tail, the one that had been tangled up in the matted mess was barely breathing anymore.
Before the mare can even begin to move in an attempt to right herself or break the fragile box, Jitters blurts out something in hopes she’ll stop struggling.
“I’m taking you home!”
The mare immediately goes quiet, processing the words. The only sounds now were the peeps and chirps of her foals.
After an unnerving moment of peace after that onslaught of raging noise, Jitters takes the chance to reach for the box in a careful attempt to lift it.
“WEALLY?!” The mare shouts excitedly, causing Jitters to flinch from the volume of her voice. Her eyes sparkled with utter delight and her expression changed to an adorable smile and sweet demeanor that better fit her cherubic face. She couldn’t believe it. All it took for her to get a new home was to throw the biggest tantrum she ever threw! Ha! She was so smart! What a dummy human!
“‘Ou gon’ be nyu daddeh fo’ Wady Beww an’ gud babbehs?”
The near instant switch in the mare’s behaviour was fucking terrifying to him. It was like seeing something out of a horror story about narcissistic parents. Vile, malicious, and downright abhorrent one moment, then suddenly playing nice and cuddly the next the moment she got something she wanted.
In a way it was bone chilling. How the fuck were these things supposed to be for kids?
Jitters huffed as he managed to raise the box, balancing the bulk of the weight on his hip while being mindful of the foal hidden in his hand. The wall of cardboard that had served as the ‘floor’ of her nest was luckily only halfway soaked through, giving it enough strength that would last the trip to Loretta’s house. He’d have to hurry.
“W-what? Oh, no, I’m taking you to my friend’s home, she’ll be uh, your new… ‘Mummah’?” He wasn’t sure if he butchered the word right, but he supposed it didn’t matter much. So long as the mare was behaving enough to make this trip easier.
“Oh…” The mare snorted, a snarky grin growing on her face. “Goodie! Nu wan stupi, dummeh mistew anyway heehee!”
Jitters grit his teeth in annoyance. “Why don’t you clean your babies? You want them to look presentable to your new mummah, don’t you?”
Something in his words clicked in Lady Bell’s head, and she quickly turned her head to glance at her offspring. “Ooo! wight! Mummah gon’ WUV Lady Beww mowe with babbehs! Nee’ to wook pwesen-pwe-sent- Nee’ wook pwetty wike mummah!”
She squirmed, causing Jitters to struggle in holding the box as she shifted around. He turned his head the best he could to avoid her ass sticking up near his face to let out a small, wet fart.
“Oopsie~ 'scuse Wady Beww heeheehee!” She giggled.
He’s 100% certain that she did that on purpose. It takes all he can to not chuck the damn box into the nearest dumpster.
She finally settled down, picking up each of her babies and latching them to her teats while licking them clean.
He felt the alicorn foal in his hand squirm, it’s tiny mouth gumming at his fingers hungrily. Hunger was a good sign. He carefully ran a thumb down it’s head and neck. It desperately needed to be cleaned and fed as soon as it could. The palm of his hand could only offer so much warmth.
“Mummah gib babbehs wicky-cweanies!”
“Smeww su pwetty wike mummah!”
“Gonna hab bestest nyu homesies, gon’ get bestest sketties!”
“Make bestest miwkies fo’ babbehs!”
“Mummah wuv aww pwetty babbehs!”
“Nu wuv ugwy, yicky munstah!”
The song was almost melodic, if it had an actual tune and didn’t have such a sour note at the end. Jitters ignored her singing the best he could as he carried the brood around ten minutes until he finally reached the driveway of a familiar house. Trekking up the stairs to the front door, he struggled to reach the doorbell with any of his fingers. So he resorted to kicking the door lightly in lieu of a proper knock.
Footsteps could be heard before the door swung open. A shorter woman with dark skin and thick, curly hair dyed in purple ombré hues stood looking at him with stern judgement. “Took you long enough-Jeez, you look like Hell.”
Jitters gave the woman a look of resentment. “Gee. Thanks, Loretta.”
“Guessing this is her? Judging by the smell alone she just gave birth.” Loretta doesn’t even look in the box before moving from the door to allow Jitters entry. “Well come on then, I don’t got all day. Set her down in the preparation room and tell me everything.”
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she cares about presentation and prettiness so this gets my karmic schadenfreude craving going lol 
